Dropkick Murphys Finnegan's Wake (corrected) Lyrics

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street, A gentle Irishman - mighty odd - 
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod,
You see he'd a sort of a tripplin' way; with love for a liquor poor Tim was born.
To help him along with his work every day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn'. 

One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake,
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull, so they carried him home, his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed.
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of porter at his head.

And whack fol-de-dah now dance to your partner, whirl the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ye? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake. 

His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch 
First they brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch 
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse did you e'er did see, 
Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hold your gob?" said Paddy McGee. 

And whack fol-de-dah now dance to your partner, whirl the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ye? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake. 

Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job "Biddy"  she says, "Ye're wrong I'm sure," 
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor, 
There the war did soon engage, woman to woman and man to man 
Shillelagh law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began 

Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him, 
it missed him, falling on the bed, the liquor scattered all over Tim, 
Tim revives! See how he rises! Timothy rising from the bed! 
"Whirl your whisky around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul! do ye think I'm dead?"

And whack fol-de-dah now dance to your Partner, whirl the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ye? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.